Ron Taylor - Hot for brother

"Have you ever done it with a girl?" she asked breathlessly, grinding his fists down on her boobs so roughly that tears sprang into her doe eyes. He dated a good bit, though currently he was a little more into motorcycles; he had no steady girl, however, and she wondered if he might be as innocent as she was. And would that be good or bad?

"A few times," he confessed, leaning in close to nibble her jaw. She felt his softly gnawing teeth and she made a choked sound of acceptance. Her cunt was so wet she had a moment's fear that she'd pissed herself in excitement. But it wasn't urine. Definitely not. The smell of her pussy juices, flowing with unprecedented abundance, was so strong her head swam.

"Good," she whispered, "because you can show me how to do it right. Won't you do that for me, Alex?"

He pried one hand from her tit and let his fingers wander down her belly, into the silken hairs of her pubes. One finger traced the line of her gash, strumming up and down the female ravine, and she was humping herself at him. Trying to shove that finger into the jackpot of her pussy, to suck him home with the cleverly twitching cuntal muscles that were already beginning to snap and bite.

"God, yes," he told her excitedly, "God, yes!"

How, Amy wondered as he laid her down, could she ever have considered allowing anyone else to take her virginity? His hands were so firm, yet gentle too, as they fondled every curve and contour of her body. She could look into his eyes and see a love, a concern – for her as a person, as his sister, not just as a piece of ass – that caused her heart to swell and pound like crazy.

When she was stretched out, tits heaving with desire, legs twitching in frantic anticipation, Alex got up and stood by the bed. Amy brushed her hair out of her face as he untied his robe and flung it aside, his cock wobbling majestically. God, he had a beautiful body! Wide shoulders tapering to narrow waist and hips, long strong legs, and between those legs a cock risen up big and hard, risen up for her. "Oh, Alex," she said, as he dropped the silk robe to the floor. "You're too much!"

He joined her on the bed. "You're not exactly the Wicked Witch of the West yourself, Peanut." Somehow it seemed weird that he should be calling her by that silly nickname at this moment, but it was right, too, decided Amy. "Peanut" was their link with the past, with what they'd been to each other as brother and sister. And shortly, she knew, they'd mean something else to each other – something she hoped neither of them would ever regret.

"What do you like best about me?" she asked coyly, fondling his head. She didn't care for guys who wore their hair really long, like down to the shoulders, and she was glad Alex kept his trimmed neatly.

"I like this," he said, kissing her mouth for what seemed an eternity. "And this is cute too," his lips moving to her chin. "And here." Down the neck. "These are dynamite, Peanut," he added, his tongue making circles around her pert nipples. "But what's the far-out taste? Reminds me of jasmine."

"You ought to know," Amy giggled. "You bought it for me one Christmas. Midnight Desire?"

"It isn't midnight yet."

"Does that matter?"

Alex grinned, leaning up to kiss her mouth again. Then, cupping her breasts from beneath, he gave each pap a prolonged sucking that left Amy weak in delirious approval. "Oooohhh, suck them! Suck them! Suck my titties, please!" she squealed, clawing his shoulders.

He did, but he couldn't give them all his attention. Long before Amy was ready for him to stop Alex was using one hand in her crotch and his lips bade farewell to Amy's teats. Down her ribcage they stole, with licks and kisses, onto her smooth olden tummy. His tongue circled inside her navel, lapping the droplets of Midnight Desire she'd anointed herself with there – God, she thought, I knew he was coming! Even then, I knew! Once it started, downstairs, there was no turning back. It had to come to this. And she was so damned glad it had!

"Will you eat my pussy too, Alex?" she asked excitedly as his tongue played in the curls of her beaver. He didn't bother answering, for his fingers had pried open her tight gash and he was already moving his face down, his tongue making a circuit of her pubic bulge. It was like being tickled with a feather, Amy decided. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or scream or… or what!

"Careful!" she giggled. "I'm still under warranty!"

His fingers were rough in their usage of her cunt, but the warning cry reminded him, and his frenzied prying switched almost immediately to a friendly kind of persuasion. Amy sighed in delight, spreading her legs a little wider to give him workspace. She remembered how his tongue had snaked around in her mouth, and she hoped that Alex could show her pussy what snaking was all about.

"My God!" she screamed suddenly, just as his tongue located her clitoris. He licked her bud, he kissed it, and then he took it between his lips and sucked it, the way she would suckle a cock – the way she would, by God, suck his cock as soon as she could get it within gunshot of her mouth!!

"Ahhhh," she moaned over and over, her cries using and dropping in pitch with the beating of her heart and the throbbing of her cunt. "AaaaahhhhaaaahhhhAAAAHHHHH!" and her love button was in his mouth and she had her pussy smashed against his face and she hoped to God that he liked the taste of cunt juice because he was sure getting a mouthful of it right now. She could feel his face squishing in her wet twat and she couldn't stop gushing her female jism because it felt so Goddamned good and her pussy was out of control. Totally out of fucking control, oh God why didn't he fuck her why did he keep her hanging on like this she was coming. She was ready, she was as ready as she'd ever be more ready maybe. Oh yeah it was gonna be okay she knew it would be beautiful for her she knew she was right to have waited this long. Steve could never give her what Alex was going to give her, he was her brother they'd shared a womb together who else had as much right to give it to her the very first time. Flesh of one flesh blood of one blood like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle almost like fucking her own mirror age… "Oh God damn it!" she screamed. "Why are you making me wait? I'm coming! Can't you feel it? Can't you taste it? Alex, for God's sake screw me!"

And still he lapped and suckled and kissed and tongued, his tongue flitting in and out of her pussy, her clit popping into his mouth, his chin rubbing the swollen raw lips of her twat. She wondered if fucking could even hold a candle to the emotions that were flooding her body right now, as her brother ate her to the most glorious come of her entire life.

She sprawled a leg around his neck, at the same time thrusting her juicing twat up into his face, and she hoped he could hold his breath well because otherwise she was going to drown him in her succulent snatch.

"Oh, come on and fuck me!" she squealed. "I've never be any readier than I am right now!!"

His lips were ringed with a wet mustache of cunt juice when Alex finally raised his face from her, and she watched giggling as he cleaned his lips with a slick tongue. Amy sighed and moaned, her tits heaving as her body convulsed in ecstasy, and she reached for him with both hands, inviting him to mount her, to take her.

Instead he bruised her mouth with still another kiss, and she could taste her pussy on his lips. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth, sopping up the erotic fragrance, and the Messenger twins rolled and twisted together on the bed, hands roving and exploring one another's sweat-soaked frames, his cock bumping her in the tummy every now and then.

Amy worked a hand between their bodies and she seized his cock, wrenching it so fiercely he cried out in pain, but still she handled him, knowing that even if she broke him off at the fucking root, she'd have that tool in her soon, come hell or high water.